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Jan 2013
It's getting cold,
November cold
and the shoulders shiver
But the ground is not all
that gets hard
the body stiffens
the danger of cracking ensues
as winds blow
through the crevices
never entirely sealed
And that is my soul

Bring me warmth, friction
|and fire
Frank Cotolo
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Frank Cotolo  United States
(United States)   
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